Burgundy (feat. Marcus Paul James)

Drive a hard bargain, we take a large margin

Evolution of the species, Charles Darwin

Started as that platypus prototype with an abacus

Hazardous, crafting patterns by the glow of night

Hold the mic like it's my flotation device

Set sail, butter oven roast Quail

Deglaze that shit, splash of Grand Marnier

Reduce, fine sieve, and we got a party

Ey, ey, the crew goes cult

All we do is write rhymes, eat, drink, no sulphur

Low intervention, attention to detail

Twelve crabs, twelve shots then bail

Gareth Bale

F. Scott Litzgerald

F. Scott Litzgerald

F. Scott Litzgerald

Another batch from the barrel

Son, attack at your peril

These veins run deep down in me

These streets, there's a burgundy flow

Turning tears into gold

You feel this heat, let it set, play, repeat

It's that Burgundy flow, no-no, ooh

It's good for your soul

We get lit

Litter than a motion sensor ultra kit

46 holster clips, an Ocean Wiz Khalifa

And a poster, plus the voltage rig

Prying culprit lens, and a vocal active OSX

Litter than a bowl of sex

Abstract, hold your breath

Litter than a bro on meth

Hashtag no regrets

Litter than the rocket pack on Boba Fett

Splitter of the populist agenda like a Kinder egg

Or better yet a ginger wig

Redder than the New York cinder brick

Bitter like the dirtwalking internet

Quicker than a pencil etch

Litter than a fireplace in winter gets

Hit it like a ninja kick

Kindle it until it's really tinder lit, bitch

(Burgundy, very nice color)

These veins run deep down in me

These streets, there's a burgundy flow

Turning tears into gold

You feel this heat, let it set, play, repeat

It's that Burgundy flow, no-no, ooh

It's good for your soul

F. Scott Litzgerald (ehh)

F. Scott Litzgerald (it's that burgundy flow)

F. Scott Litzgerald

Another batch from the barrel

Son, attack at your peril

You feel this heat, let it set, play, repeat

It's that Burgundy flow, no-no, ooh

It's good for your soul